All the Sweet Tomorrows (85 page)

Of all her children, Skye noted, Deirdre was the quietest. She seemed to learn with ease whatever she was taught, be it the proper way to make soap and perfume, or her Latin. She was a pretty child who looked very much like her mother, but Skye could only assume Deirdre’s shyness came from all the time she had spent away from her mother in her early years. Now Skye worked very hard to make up those years to her daughter. Still, it was to Adam that Deirdre always went with her successes and her problems.

“I don’t think she likes me,” Skye said to Adam one day.

“She is in awe of you,” he said, “and she fears you a little, but I believe she loves you.”

“She loves me because I am her mother,” Skye replied with keen insight, “but she does not like me. I don’t understand why. I have tried so hard with her.”

“If you feel that way then why don’t you ask her, sweetheart. Best to get it out in the open rather than let whatever is disturbing her fester until it is blown so out of proportion that it cannot be controlled.”

“I will if you will be with me when I do.”

“No. If we stand together while you attempt to interrogate Deirdre she will feel we are allied against her, and she will say nothing, and deny all. This must remain between you two.”

It was not easy, but Skye finally screwed up her courage one afternoon in late summer as she and Deirdre sat on the lakeside making daisy chains. “Why is it you dislike me, Deirdre?” she asked bluntly.

For a moment Deirdre Burke looked startled, and she slowly flushed a beet-red. Then as bluntly as her mother had spoken, she replied, “Because you left Padraic and me when you went off to your new marriage. Because when you finally brought us to you, you sent us quickly away, again promising to bring our real father back to us. You never did, Mama. Before you married Adam we had not a happy life, and I cannot help but wonder
how long it will be before you run off from us again with some excuse or another.”

Skye was shocked by the venom in her small daughter’s voice. “Does your brother feel this way, too?” she asked.

“Padraic says you love us. It seems to be enough for him.”

“But not for you, my daughter, I can see. Your brother is right, you know. I do love you. It never, however, occurred to me to explain to a baby the difficulties of my life, Deirdre. If you had asked me when these things began to fret you, I would have told you anything I felt you needed to know.”

Skye took her daughter’s resisting and stiff little form into her arms. “Deirdre,” she said, looking down into the child’s cold and closed face, “I love you. You are a child born of love, the love that Niall Burke and I had for each other. I will try not to ever go from you again, although there will come a day when you go from me to marry.”

“You say you will
try
not to go from me, but you must
promise
me you will not go!”

“Deirdre, I cannot,” Skye said. “I have never lied to you, and I will not lie now, even to gain your approval. I will try!”

Suddenly Deirdre burst into tears, her whole small face crumbling with her distress. “Don’t leave me, Mama! Don’t leave me!” she begged her mother between sobs.

Wordlessly Skye took her daughter onto her lap and rocked her soothingly. All the others had survived her travels, but despite her stiff little spine, Deirdre was a creature easily bruised by life. In a way, Skye thought, she is much like Niall, despite the fact she looks like me. “I have no plans to go anywhere, Deirdre,” she said quietly. “Do not weep, my baby. I’ll not leave you, my precious one.”

On Michaelmas the servants were paid for the year, but the nursemaid who had tended Velvet since her birth found herself with child by a footman, and was quickly married. A new girl, a plump, cheerful lass from Archambault village, was found to replace the first nursemaid, and Velvet seemed to take to the change well. But less than a week after the girl had been hired, both she and the baby disappeared, and could not be found.

Both Skye and Adam were frantic, afraid that the girl and her charge had fallen into the moat, but they quickly discarded that thought, for the château gatekeeper had seen Margerie and the baby walking across the drawbridge and down the forest road. A
search was quickly made for fear that a wild animal had attacked the pair, but no trace of them was found. The search expanded to Archambault and its village in the hopes that Margerie had simply taken Velvet on a visit without requesting permission, but the girl’s family had not seen her. Her best friend in the village, however, came forward timidly to say that Margerie had told her that she would soon have enough gold for a fine dowry, and it would not come from drudging at Belle Fleurs.

Comte Antoine could see that his big stepson was close to the breaking point, and very desirous of shaking the informant until her teeth rattled. Taking the girl by the hand, he gently said, “Jeanne,
ma petite
, try and remember exactly what Margerie said to you. Did she mention where she would get the gold for her dowry?”

The peasant girl scrunched her brow in thought, and then suddenly she grinned. “But of course, M’sieur le Comte! Margerie said she met a man—though he spoke our language, she said she could tell he was a foreigner, for his accent was something terrible. He told her that he had heard that the petite Velvet was the most beautiful child in Christendom, and if Margerie would bring the baby to him to see with his own eyes he would give her six gold ecus!” Jeanne finished triumphantly.

“Where was Margerie to bring the baby?” the comte probed further.

“To some inn at Tours,” was the reply.

“Did Margerie tell you the name of the inn, Jeanne?”

“No, M’sieur le Comte, but Gilleet the carter would know. ’twas he who gave her a ride yesterday.”

“Find the carter!” the comte ordered. “You’re a good girl, Jeanne,” he said, and then he dropped several pieces of silver down her bodice.

The carter, who had only just returned, was quickly brought before the comte, and readily admitted having given Margerie a ride from Archambault to the nearby city of Tours. Yes, she had a little girl with her, her sister’s child for company, she said. He let her off at an inn, Le Coq d’Or on the west side of the town. Adam, the comte, and his two sons immediately rode for Tours. When they returned several hours later to Belle Fleurs, Adam carried with him a heavy sealed parchment addressed to Skye. With grim face he handed it to her.

Skye broke the seal and tore the letter open. For a moment she could not breathe and her vision blurred at the sight of the familiar hand. The message was brief.

Madam
, it began.
I have need of your services. Come immediately
. It was signed
Elizabeth R
.

“Where did you get this?” Skye demanded of her husband.

“It was awaiting me on my arrival at Le Coq d’Or in Tours. It had been left by two gentlemen who arrived alone, and departed with a nursemaid and a child. The innkeeper said they took the Nantes road, and they left the parchment for whoever came looking for a woman and a child.”

“Do you know who has our child?” Skye handed Adam the parchment. “That damned Tudor bitch has Velvet! She has kidnaped our baby for God only knows what purpose, but you may rest assured,
mon mari
, that that purpose will be to Elizabeth Tudor’s liking alone! Dear God, I had thought to be quit of the Tudors, and all their ilk!”

“I will go to England,” Adam said.

“We
will go to England,” Skye amended. “She doesn’t want you, my darling, she wants me; but this time, by God, I’ll not be cowed by that bitch! She holds Velvet hostage in return for my aid, but before she’s through we’ll have lands for ourself, Adam de Marisco, and Lundy back, and my Burke son will be given back what belongs to him! The Queen will accept with good grace that we are truly and lawfully married, and there will be no more talk of Velvet not being legitimate!”

“Skye!” Adam’s voice held a warning. “It is my daughter’s life she holds in her hands. Do not trifle with Velvet’s survival!”

“It is
our
daughter, Adam, and believe me, I would not allow any harm to come to Velvet. Listen, my darling, the Tudor Queen quite obviously desperately needs my help. Needs it enough to try to insure that I will be forced to give it. That is why she took Velvet. She knows that I will come after her; but Elizabeth Tudor is no murderer of innocents. She will not harm a hair on Velvet’s head, Adam; but I shall bargain hard this time! We leave tonight!”

“I knew that you would leave me sooner or later!” Deirdre cried, entering the room and hearing only Skye’s last words.

“Leave you? No,
ma fille
, you and your brother are coming with us! We will stand before England’s Queen a family united, Deirdre!”

“I don’t know if you are magnificent or a madwoman,” Adam said as he put his arms about both his wife and his stepdaughter.

“Probably a little of both, my darling, for I don’t even know what the Queen wants. Perhaps I go to do battle for naught.”

“No, Skye, this time you will not do battle against the Queen alone. This time your lord will stand by your side. The Queen has never had to face that. Whenever you have been vulnerable you have been alone. This time you are not alone, little girl.”

They left Belle Fleurs that night, and it was with great sadness Skye left their home behind. The château would not, however, be closed, and the comte would watch over it for his stepson. While Deirdre and young Lord Burke dozed in the traveling coach their parents rode knee to knee through the early autumn night. A bright moon lit the coast road, silvering the villages and the vineyards and the small stands of oak forests. It took them two days of traveling at top speed to reach Nantes, where an O’Malley ship awaited them, for Skye had several of her vessels based in this French port to import wine to England and northern Europe from the Loire Valley’s famous vineyards.

Even with a good wind it was several days’ sail from Nantes to England. The weather was good as they edged around the Bay of Biscay, staying within sight of the French coast. Just past Brest they swung around into the English Channel to meet with a spanking sharp breeze from the south that pushed them across the water with greater rapidity than they had anticipated. Again they kept within sight of land, and Skye pointed out to her children the various landmarks as they went. They passed the Isle of Wight, and the great chalk cliffs of Dover, and at Margate Head moved into the Thames, sweeping up the river with the tide to the Pool of London. Skye stood silently with Adam at the rail of her ship as they anchored. On the shore beyond they saw a small party of the Queen’s guards.

“My God,” Adam said, “is she expecting us, then?”

“She’s expecting us,” Skye said with a smile of satisfaction.

“You have on your battle smile,” he chuckled. “I haven’t seen that look on your face since …” He thought. “I can’t remember when, for it’s been that long.”

“The last time I smiled like this was probably the last time the Queen and I did battle. Once before I beat Elizabeth Tudor, Adam, and I will defeat her again. Pray God that this time will be the last time.”

Part 5
ENGLAND
AND IRELAND

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OU
play a dangerous game, madam,” William Cecil warned.

“Nay, Cecil,” Elizabeth Tudor replied, “ ’Tis no game I play at all.”

“You might simply have forgiven Lord and Lady de Marisco their marriage, and then asked for their help. Stealing their child is only bound to bring out the tigress in Lady de Marisco, and you do remember the last time you incurred that lady’s ire, madam, don’t you?”

“It was never proven to our satisfaction that Skye O’Malley was behind those piracies, Cecil!”

“Hah!” the Queen’s advisor snorted, and then clamping his lips shut he said nothing more. There was no arguing with Elizabeth Tudor once she had her mind made up, and in this instance he wasn’t sure she was not right. It was really very unlikely that Skye O’Malley would willingly help the English Crown against her own marauding family. They would need a strong hold over her, and what was stronger than the bond of mother love?